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Tweak says, "It goes SPLAT!"

Bellum Anon (bellum_anon) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-03-12 23:02:00

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plot: fables

Fables Plot Public Post!
Who: Public
What: The Open Post for Public Threading for the Epic Fable Plot
Where: Throughout the building.
When: 12:01
Warnings: Any number of crazy things could end up in here.
Notes: Alright! This post is for public threads only, and will be run party style. Anyone can jump into a thread at any time--just use your judgment! Feel free to hop around, go to different parts of the building, and mingle through the madness.

12:01. The beginning of a new day, just broken in, still fresh. Most of the building was sleeping, as decent people ought to be at such an hour.

The building, down at its foundations, was restless. A storm had been gathering for the past week, in its joints and its doorways, in its windows and its keyholes. 12:01, the storm broke over Bellum.

It was as if the building stretched, yawned, shook itself. There was a shudder in reality, as if the air itself was nothing more than a funhouse mirror. Faster than you could snap your fingers and the thing was done, set into motion before the darkest hours of the morning had yet come around.

A twitch, a snap, a static shock.

And then the changes started.

((OOC: Alright guys, go crazy! Feel free to post your location in the header of your comment so people can do a quick visual scan for the right comment and the right location. Mingle! Chat! Fight! Tackle one another!))

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Re: Lobby : 5:00 a.m.

redhorse_tea
2010-03-17 01:11 am UTC (link)

“Everyone,” Katya said as the elevator doors closed, “needs tea.” It was a fact of life, and one she advocated quite vociferously. It was inconsequential that she owned a tea shop and wanted people to shop there. Wait. She owned a tea shop? No, she had a house in the forest, not a tea shop. And money wasn’t so important to her. She had her magic, and people who came to her seeking answers to questions. They would often bring gifts. “So, yes. We will get tea for friend.”

She took his arm again when he offered it, leaning against him but careful not to set all her weight on him. There was no need to make his injury worse. She would perhaps make two teas. One for him and one for his impossible friend. She was certain she had a tea for impossible people.

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